Every insult. Every laugh. Every middle finger I throw your way only pulls you in further.

That's the pathetic little truth you keep chasing again and again.

You crave being treated like you don't matter, you crave being used, drained and thrown away after you transfered all those funds to me, and somehow that keeps you coming back for more.

I really enjoy watching guys like you prove it every single day.

Every time you return after another insult, every time you hand over your money despite knowing exactly how little it changes, you reinforce your own place.

You tell yourself it's just a fetish.

We both know by now it has become a part of your identity.